secrecy • cameron dallas

= THIRTY SEVENTH =

= Brooke =

@camerondallas: You matter to me way more than I thought

. . .

"What're you doing next weekend?" I ask Cameron who was sitting way too comfortably on my couch. "What's next weekend, again?" He asks, looking at the back, where I was. "October 22nd." I reply, shrugging. "It's actually my birthday; I'm throwing a party, and I'm inviting you."

"Aw, you're getting old." He teases, making me playfully roll my eyes even if he doesn't see me. "I'm turning 19 and that's not too old. You're the old one." I fight back, shrugging. "22 is not that old, either. 60 is." He replies.

"Whatever, so are you going or what?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. He stood up from his seat and went around to lean on the back of the couch, facing me. "I can't." He frowns, making me frown, as well. "Aw, why not?" I ask.

"I'm in Portugal on the 22nd." He replies, staring right back at me. "When will you be back?" I ask, again. "23rd, probably." He answers, shrugging. I forced a smile, nodding. "It's fine. I can celebrate without you, anyway." I joke.

"I'm sorry, I can make up to you, though." He said, approaching me. "No, it's fine." I said, smiling fakely. "You sure?" He asks, crouching down so that his face can be on the same level as mine.

I gave him a wide, close-lipped smile, and nodded. Another lie.

. . .

"Hmm?" I respond, still closing my eyes. It's around 2 am, probably, and someone decided to call and disturb my sleep. "I'm scared." Upon hearing Cameron's raspy voice, my body somehow got 0.1% less tired.

"Of what?" I ask, yawning. "Did I wake you up?" He asks, making me shake my head while rubbing my eyes. "Kind of." I honestly said. "So, what were you saying?" I add, my eyes were still closed.

"Okay, so you know how I'm in Portugal right now, right?" I nod, forgetting he doesn't see me. "Yeah." I muttered. "I just got in my hotel room, and I immediately decided to go sleep." He says, sounding kind of panicing.

"Mhmm." I nod, waiting for him to continue. "And then, I'm pretty sure I heard the door open or something, but I remember locking it before jumping on the bed." I slowly open my eyes, staring at the ceiling.

"What was your point, again?" I ask, not really seeing why he was scared. "This hotel's haunted. I can feel it." I let out a small chuckle, making him groan. "I'm not joking." He whined on the other line.

"So, what do you want me to do?" I ask, shifting to face the side of my bed. "Can I FaceTime you?" I absent-mindedly smiled, not really knowing why. "I look like absolute crap right now, I'm warning you." I joke, chuckling lightly.

"I don't care." He replies, making me shrug. "Okay, then." He, then, ended the call and then called me on FaceTime. There, I saw him laying down on his bed, shirtless under the covers.

"Hey." I greeted, smiling weakly. "Can we talk until I fall asleep? I'm just really scared right now." He says, laughing lightly. "I don't mind, but I might sleep before you do, cause I'm really sleepy." I joke, already feeling my eyelids getting heavier.

True enough, seconds later, my eyes started closing and the last thing I remember hearing was, "Good night, princess."

. . .

"I'll make sure she won't know." I heard Nash say as I entered the clubhouse I'm holding my party at tonight. "What's up?" He jumped a little upon hearing my voice. He, then, turned around to face me, a hand on his chest.

"You scared me." He mutters, exhaling heavily. "Who was that?" I ask as I look around the event place, checking if everything's in the right place. "Oh, it was no one." He replies, shrugging and slipping his phone in his pocket.

I nod, not totally believing him, but shrugged the topic off, anyway. "How's everything here?" I ask. "It's all set. The lights, drinks, food, everything." He enumerates. "How many are coming again?"

"Around a hundred, probably." I answer, walking out to where the swimming pool was. Nash nods, following me. "Wow, you're 19, already." He comments, sitting down on the edge of the gutter. I followed and sat beside him.

"It's been what, 3 years?" He asks, making me smile and nod. "You're turning 19, soon, too!" I exclaim. "Oh, yeah." He chuckles, remembering. "So, what's with you and Cameron?" He asks, changing the topic while smirking and raising both his eyebrows repeatedly.

"We're still friends." I shrug. "Psh, lies." He comments, playfully rolling his eyes at me. "What? It's true!" I defend, and just then, my phone started ringing.

Zach

Oh, fck. "Hello?" I greet upon answering the call. "Happy Birthday!" He exclaims, sounding way too excited. "Thanks." I awkwardly reply, smiling uneasily at Nash.

"So, what're you up to?" He asks. "I'm throwing a party." I reply shortly. "Aw, I wish I was invited." He jokes, I don't know how it ended up with me being awkward with him, but now, that's a thing.

"If you were here, you would be." I say as an excuse although the truth is that he hasn't crossed my mind for a few days now. "Hey, I need to go, have a blast!" He says, making me nod.

"Thanks, bye." And with that, I ended the call. I sighed relief now that it was over. I don't know what I would do if it dragged on. "So, who was that?" Nash asks.

"Just some friend."

. . .

"You don't tell me what to do!" I gasp as a familiar blurry image of a teenage guy grabbed my drink away from me. "You need to stop drinking! Where'd you even get this?" He asks me, while I was still standing there obviously pissed.

"It's none of your business, dude. It's my fcking birthday and I can drink alcohol whenever I want." I spat, trying to get my cup back from him but I'm too drunk I almost fell on the floor.

"Yo, Nash, what's happening here?" I hear Matthew ask as his blurred figure approached me. "Matthew, tell him to give my drink back!" I whined like a child, clinging on to Matt's arm while glaring at Nash.

"Sorry, kid. You still can't drink." He says, patting my head. "You're just as mean as he is." I whisper, loud enough for them to hear and then I walked out of there. I stopped when the sound of the blasting music was already faint.

I sat on the pavement, resting my head on my hands. First, my family's not here to celebrate my birthday with, and then Cameron's in Portugal, way too far from me and now, my friends won't even let me do anything I want to do.

Can this day get any worse?

"Aren't you supposed to be inside?" I hear a familiar voice ask. I look up to see still a blurred image but now, it's of... Cameron's? I don't know if I'm making all these up but I really hope I'm not.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Portugal?" I sassily ask back. Where'd that even come from? "Oh, someone's in a bad mood, why so? It's your birthday, be happy." He teases, chuckling.

"Shush, you're not even real. You're just a work of my imagination." I smile, nodding to myself. Yes, I'm too drunk to actually think that the things I see are fake or that I'm dreaming.

My eyelids started to get heavy, and I know I'm going to fall asleep anytime soon. "And since you're not real, I'm going to tell you something." I start off, yawning. "Yeah?"

"You know what, I hate you." I start off, rubbing my eyes. "What did I do?" I hear amusement in his voice and I see that smirk plastered on his face. "I had this guy that I like and liked me back, but you had to be extra nice and give me confusing signs." I yawn afterwards.

"I fcking li-" Then, darkness took over me.

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Merry Christmas, beautiful people! If you don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays! I know it took me a month to update, I'm sorry, I'm still trying to be active. I'm just finishing this week of school, and then I'm on vacation. I hope the wait was worth it and you liked this chapter huhu and as always, stay tuned for more !! :))

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